"Laina? Are you okay?" Another knock on the door sounded as I heard Jessie's voice. She sounded concerned, but that didn't affect me. I was determined to sit in solitude until I felt I was ready to face the world again.
I felt that familiar tug at the back of my throat again as the tears start to spill out of my already puffy eyes. Why does it hurt so bad? I don't get it.
I stared at the picture frame that sat in my trembling hands, tears occasionally falling onto the glass. I needed to stop. Acting like this will get me nowhere. Oh my god Laina, suck it up.
I wipe my hands across my tear stained cheeks and do my best to put on a brave face as I stand from my sitting position on my bed. I'm not ready, I'm not ready. But, I have to face the world. I must.
As I troop across my room to my door, I look at my dresser. So many pictures, so many memories. I just don't know what to do.
I almost begin to cry again as I stretch my hand out to open my door.
"Oh Laina. I'm so, so sorry." Jessie says as she engulfs me in a hug.
